I learned how power
Tastes like being

Disemboweled. Our
Bodies slung beyond

What we couldn't very well embody.

This was Ryan's
Newest truth.

There was something mangled in the corner.

From the ceiling cobwebs clung. Cottonmouthed,

A sock peeks out from under the couch. A pulse

Through this tongue collection. A rubber blur

Then they were on their bikes.

Pedaling thru layers of March wind.
Pedaling thru silence that thru us rushed.

One consummate instance posed:
Nothing future but exposure's


As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life. --Charles Baudelaire

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